I don't believe I am believing in, for the walls surrounding me are closing in. For I am strong but the mirror tells me I'm weak. I am tiring and starting to weep, face after face, crush my heart, and damage my whole. Because I'm the pie everyone takes with no time to refill. As you see this statue walking past, be careful now cause he's made of glass, he's fractured and fell apart from all of his past.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
PoetryJust everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**
